Everything came with a price. As Aditya sat next to the lawyer who seemed to blabber about the consequences of divorce, he was too immersed in listening to the faint sobs of his wife who sat next to him. He always hated when she cried. It made him feel like he failed as a man in keeping her happy.

"As both of you know, Mr.Kapoor managed all the businesses of the Advani group since Mr.Advani's passing. With this separation, the business contract will also end and Mr.Kapoor will no longer have any right to that. As per Mr.Advani's will, all of his property belongs to his daughter and her husband-"

"I need to talk to Aditya." Shradha interrupted finally gathering the courage to speak up. The old man in the grey suit looked up from the documents he was reading out, and passed a look at Aditya, who gave him a faint nod. The man excused himself from the study, carefully striding out and closing the door, leaving the couple alone.

"Speak." Said Aditya not meeting her eyes.

"Is this what it is going to be? Divorcing and going our separate ways?" She choked out the words trying not to cry more. She had been tearing up since the morning, never really knowing why this was making her so sad.

The thought of losing him scared her. She realised that he meant more to her than she thought.

"You hid something so important from me and you can't seem to give me an heir. This is what is right." He dug his hands into his pant pocket while he said that while Shradha inches a step closer to him.

"It was something you never wanted. You were the one who told me to be on birth control. What was I supposed to make out of that?" This time she raised her voice.

"So you killed our child because you thought I didn't want it?" He let out a laugh, mocking her, before he continued, "Who are we kidding Shradha? Just say that you never wanted to birth a child of mine. I have accepted that bitter truth."

Something inside her snapped. She raged, "Yes I didn't want a child from you because you know what? Because everyday I see what is happening in that house. How your cousin's children are suffering! And I fucking didn't want a child who would suffer that way, with no love from their parents."

She wasn't prepared for the hand that wrapped around her throat or the way he pulled up so she was forced to her tiptoes. Her heart careened into her throat as she gripped his massive wrist with both hands. "Watch how you speak to me, because I don't care how pretty this mouth is. I won't hesitate to shut it silent forever."

For the first time since the day they met, she saw the monster in his eyes coming alive. The darkened gleam shone through his pupils, as his demons fought their way out. To say that she wasn't scared would be an understatement. His threat and hold on her throat tightened.

The threat combined with his hot breath gusting over the shell of her ear made her shiver. His beard scraped against her cheek as he pulled back. His proximity, the firm hold on her throat, and the resolve in his expression scrambled her thoughts. She was no match for him, and the satisfied gleam in his eyes told her he knew it. As she tried to think of a way out of this, her eyes dropped from his and landed on the scar on his upper lip. The beard covered another scar on his jaw, but she could see the tail end of it on his neck.

Her nails dug into his wrist. His hold on her throat was just shy of bruising. He wasn't hurting her. Yet.

She punched him in the chest. There wasn't much power behind it, but she still expected some reaction. He didn't give her one. He just watched her with eyes that belonged to a grim reaper. She wanted to scream in his face and knee him in the balls, but it was impossible with the way he was holding her.

For the first time she was experiencing what it was like to be on his bad side.

"I gave you everything. Fuck, I came home to you everything night when I could have just fucked whores."

He propelled her backward. She landed against the wall hard enough to make her grunt. Her mind went blank with shock as he plastered his rock-hard body against hers.

He dropped his hold on her throat and slid his hand into her tangled hair. Gripping it, he forced her head to tip sideways, baring her throat to him. One thick thigh pressed between her legs, forcing them to part.

"Please, stop. You swore. . You will always protect me." At her words, he seemed to snap back to reality.

"You have to stop," she whispered.

He ignored her and pressed in closer. She was losing the fight. In a last-ditch effort to hold on to a shred of her self-respect, she uttered the one thing she knew would get a reaction from him.

"Adi, please."

He went rigid against her and lifted his eyes to hers. Uttering his nickname evoked memories they shared in their bed. No one was allowed to call him by his first name except his family, and this was the same name she screamed on top of her lungs when she climaxed.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, voice thick with tears as her emotions got the better of her. Weeks of stress caught up to her, leaving her depleted and fighting to keep her composure. It was all too much.

The thigh between her legs retreated so abruptly, she stumbled like a newborn foal. Before she could find her balance, he grabbed her face, angled it the way he wanted it, and kissed her. This time, there was nothing sweet about it. Her mind went blank as he applied pressure on her cheeks, forcing her mouth open to accept his tongue, which invaded with a sensual thrust that made her nipples tingle.

She fell into him. There was no need to think, no need to strategize or worry because he knew what he was doing. In this arena, no man could match him.
But before she could dive more into the ecstasy, he pushed her away.

Disappointed, she looked at him with tears at the rejection. But he had other plans because before she could register what was happening, he was dragging her with him to their bedroom.

Closing the door, he let go of her hand, staring down at her with an intend clearly in his mind. Shradha knew that look. She knew it too well.

So she stared into his eyes.

Aditya Kapoor's soulless, perfect brown eyes. They were the kind of eyes she would never forget, not even for a single second of her life.

She knew her lies were breaking his heart, if he had any.

Shradha'a own brown eyes don’t disconnect from his. Instead, they just stare at one another, so much passing between us, the main thing being a sense of desperation.

A desperation to change a life they have no say over.

  “Why, Shradha?” he rasps, his voice low, deep and husky.

She loved the way he said her name like he meant it, like it’ll be the only name he ever murmurs for the rest of his life.

“Answer me,” he demanded, carefully, precisely, with an order one can’t shy away from, even though he’s not raising his voice.

  His hand gently moved from her arm up her neck and there he cupped her jaw, bringing her face closer to his, as if he’s going to kiss her. But he’s not. He won’t. Not after what she had done.

Tears pooled her eyes.

He did not trust her anymore. The look he had was the one he gave to his enemies before killing them. Cold, dark and murderous.

Shradha closed her eyes, as the year slid down her cheek.

"Do you know what happens to women who betray men in our world?"

Shradha knew the answer. They were either thrown away to entertain others like a whore and replaced by another woman, or killed. More tears spilled down at the thought of what was going to happen to her. So she made a decision for herself. One last wish to the man who swore to protect her.

"Be kind to me and kill me already." As soon as those words left her mouth, he let out an animalistic growl, shaking her body. Within seconds she was pinned to the bed, with his body over her.

Opening her eyes, she looked at him frightened. His eyes screamed murder. Bracing herself for what was about to happen, she took in his image one last time. Every curve and every dip, every scar and every callous of him.

His hands were working on her blouse now, unhooking each hook, never leaving her eyes. She wondered why he was delaying her death.

Did he want it to be painful?

She expected him to shoot her once and for all.

"A kind man would kill you but you should know I am anything but that." With that he ripped her saree out of her body, as she trembled under him. He was choosing the other option for her.

She was going to be a whore for his soldiers. One they can devour and break until her body is done with it.  The same man who saved her from being brutally assaulted was going to throw her back into that world again. A world where he wouldn't be there to protect her.

"Do not . . . please do not give me away to entertain your men. I won't survive that." Something dark and raw snapped inside him at that and he roared.

Grabbing her by the neck, he lifted her up from the laying position and onto his lap. Giving her hair a tug back, he held her in place. "You are my woman. Mine! Mine to entertain. Mine to use. Mine to please. Mine to kill. And fucking hell sure only mine to protect."

She visibly shivered in his hold at the intensity he said that.

"Do not be fooled Shradha. I won't ever let you go, and that fucking hell of a life with me is your punishment." With that he lifted her skirt up, and tore her panites.

It was too late to gasp or tell him anything because he was already inside her. Slamming his huge cock into her.

Shradha cried out. Not in pain, but at the breach, at the despiration and at the sensation of him enveloping her.

Before slamming her into the bed, he ripped her blouse and bra away, so that only her skirt was rolled up against her waist. He himself undressed, and once completely naked, his crawled over body, covering her up in his embrace.

He feasted on her with aggression, a power that he never displayed on her. He was rough while having sex, but never had she felt him more masculine and raw like she did now.

His mouth closed upon her right nipples. Shradha gasped and arched her back at the way his tongue rolled around. And slowly, he suckled and bit her nipples, pulling them with his teeth, making her cry out in pain and pleasure.

Shradha arched up, lips parting in a choked sound, half moan, half whimper. Aditya didn’t pause. He slammed into her, hard and fast, shoving her into the mattress over and over again, ripping every last shred of innocence from her.

There was no escaping. He wouldn’t let her. He made her surrender, not with force, not with violence … He dove in, swirling until she was a slave to the sensations he created. Her orgasm crashed over me like an avalanche and she moaned out his name. "Adi. . ."

At that, he bit down at her throat, and the force of her orgasm doubled. She watched as his own face twisted with pain and strain as he kept thrusting, shoulders flexing.

He gripped her wrist and pressed it into the mattress over her head as he thrust into her again, eyes staking claim on me over and over again, taking more with every thrust.

His body tightened, coiling tight with pleasure, and as always, her own traitorous body submitted to him again. Shradha cried out. Aditya linked their fingers, pressing them deeper into the mattress as his mouth found hers for a kiss full of anger and dominance.

With a guttural groan, he slammed into her one more time, and she felt his release. She shuddered desperately under him. He stayed inside of her for a couple of heartbeats, his breath hot on her shoulder, his fingers gentle, almost soothing on her clit after hurting it so much.

His head dipped into the mattress as his body weight fell into her. She hugged him tight, one hand stroking his hair while the other stayed interconnected with his hands. His breathing was heavy, as if he was trying to calm down and reach his low from the orgasm he just had.

Shradha peppered light kisses on his shoulder blade. She liked holding him. Her maternal instincts warmed her chest at the feeling.

They were never the after care couple, and this was a first. If this was the outcome of angry, punishment sex with him, she would do it over and over again.

"Adi." She whispered into his ears but he only hummed. She still couldn't see his face, as they were buried against the pillow where her head rested and her neck.
Seemed like he still was recovering from his orgasm or was just too tired.

"I'm sorry. . .for everything."

Silence engulfed the room at that. She expected him to atleast hum in response like he always did. But instead, he rolled off her body and into the other side of the bed, turning his back to her, like he always did.

Shradha'a eyes brimmed with tears and she slowly fell into sleep, never getting an acceptance for her apology.